Facing the questioning of the black-robed old man, Ma Xingzhou temporarily held back the grief in his heart, hugged his fist at the black-robed old man and the surroundings, and asked first: "Elder Jiang, how many hall masters, dare to ask when the head of the family happened?"

The black-robed old man said coldly: "It should be close to the left at the end of last night!"

Ma Xingzhou immediately said loudly: "That's it, yesterday I and Brother He had a fierce battle with the Guanyin Society on the river, and the boat was parked in Xiazhou at night, just arrived here, and there are thirty boats of brothers who can testify!"

So the head of the family can't be killed by Brother He anyway!

I would like to ask, why are you so sure that he is the murderer?"

The people of the Yangtze River faction knew that Ma Xingzhou was a person, and he was a close friend of the head of the family, so it was impossible for him to lie and shield the murderer......

"Buddha Amitayus!"

The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, walked slowly to He Qianshan, and saluted.

"The abbot of Wuliang Temple in Wuling Mountain is a monk, and I ask the head of He!"

Wuliang Temple: The six major schools are called "Zheng Wuliang" Wuliang Temple!

It turns out that the old monk is such a big source!

He Qianshan hurriedly returned the salute: "The master is well!"

Yuan said: "I'm afraid that Lao Qu's words today have made Master He suffer grievances!

He Qianshan blinked, I don't know why!

"Master He, please come with me!"

Yuan led He Qianshan all the way to the mourning hall, and everyone followed behind.

In the center of the mourning hall is the coffin of the deceased, and there is a tablet in front of the coffin, on which is written "The Spirit of Jiang Yunlang, the ninth generation head of the Yangtze River faction"!

Kneeling next to the spiritual seat were a middle-aged woman and a teenager, sobbing non-stop, Jiang Yunlang's widow and son.

He bowed to Jiang Yunlang's spiritual position first, and then moved away.

He Qianshan knew that he was making a condolence ceremony, so he respectfully kowtowed to incense.

After the ceremony, he walked straight to the coffin and motioned to He Qianshan to go over.

Is this to pay homage to the remains?

He Qianshan walked and saw the appearance of the head of Najiang, who was in his early forties, with sharp and angular facial features, and he could see a good heroic spirit at this time, and he could imagine what a heroic and dry character he was when he was alive!

It's just that his face was bruised at this time, thinking it was related to the cause of death.

At this moment, he reached out and untied the clothes on the upper body of the body.

He Qianshan exclaimed: "Master, this ......"

"Master He, please look!"

When He Qianshan looked again, he saw that Jiang Yunlang's ribs on both sides were deep in front of his chest, as if he had been run over by a giant ship, and as if he had been entangled by a giant python......

"Master He, can you see what kind of martial arts Master Jiang died under?"

He Qianshan probably understood what was going on!

"Don't hide it from the master, the martial arts moves used by the murderer are indeed like the 'robe buckle' of this sect!"

Yuan nodded: "The old man is also like this......"

"Okay, do you admit it? I know that you are the only one left in Wanmu Temple, not you?"

Before the words were finished, someone from the Yangtze River faction had already questioned angrily, and then echoed the voices everywhere, and the crowd was angry, and they were eyeing He Qianshan one by one!

"Buddha Amitayus!"

Because of the vigorous Buddha name, all voices were drowned.

"Lao Wei judged before that Master Jiang died in the martial arts of Wanmu Temple, but he didn't say who did it, and please don't speculate!

Since the head of Wanmu Temple is here, why not listen to what he has to say?"

The people of the Yangtze River Sect quieted down at this time, but their eyes were still like sharp swords, staring directly at He Qianshan!

He Qianshan didn't know, why was the abbot so familiar with the martial arts of Wanmu Temple?

Even he just thought it might be a robe buckle, but he was so sure!

However, if it is really a robe buckle, then the murderer must be undoubted!

He Qianshan sighed for a moment and said, "As you know, it was my Wanmu Temple that suffered another catastrophe last year, and I was the only one left in the whole temple!"

But you don't know that there was a disciple of Wanmu Temple who abandoned the temple for the rest of his life that day!

And he is also the only person in the temple who can make this robe buckle kung fu!"

The people of the Yangtze River faction immediately called out to ask who this person was!

"This person's law name is a thousand unique, and he is still known as Bao Wang after leaving the temple!"

"Bao Wang?!" Jiang Lao exclaimed, his body was shaking!

Some people from the Yangtze River faction also began to discuss.

"Isn't Bao Wang the weirdo who swept the floor in the bamboo garden?"

"Is that the one with blisters all over his body? Is he called Bao Wang?"

"Didn't Jiang Lao rescue that person when he passed through Qianzhou some time ago? Could it be that he lured a wolf into the house?"

......

Jiang Lao stabilized his mind and ordered: "Quick! Go and find Bao Wang!"

After a while, his subordinates reported that they had not found Bao Wang in Zhuyuan.

Jiang Lao suddenly sat down on the chair: "Find! Find me! As long as he doesn't leave the island before we close the island, he will definitely find it!"

At this time, it was already dark, and the Yangtze River sent people to light countless torches and launched a search for Bao Wang throughout the island.

Here, Jiang Lao and He Qianshan checked Qianjue's appearance, except for the thin physique of Bao Wang on the island and the blisters all over his body, the rest were very consistent!

Jiang Lao's face became more and more pale, and his lips and hands kept trembling!

Although Qianjue was very suspicious, He Qianshan was still very surprised to hear that he was really here!

He thought, Qian Jue has not appeared again since he was in Ningzhou, he couldn't ask for cheats, and was driven away by the two golden-robed messengers of the Moyun Pagoda, but why did he come here? and killed the head of the Yangtze River faction?...... What's the deal with that blister?

Junshan Island is indeed not big, and the people from the Yangtze River faction spent an hour turning over the entire island, and they didn't find Bao Wang's figure!

"Elder Jiang, we counted the boats and found that the Wanghu Pavilion was missing a sampan!"

In fact, this result is not surprising to everyone.

Then Bao Wang killed someone, and he thought about running away quickly, how could he stay on the island?

When the people from the Yangtze River faction found out that something had happened and sealed the island again, he would have already drawn to the opposite shore!

At this time, searching on the island is just trying your luck with the hope of what happens!

Jiang Lao was silent, and suddenly raised his right palm sharply and slapped it towards his head!

Almost at the same time, the figures around him flashed, and they all rushed to save him!

The first to arrive was a red shadow, the abbot of Wuliang Temple was destined for the master!

But the first to hold Jiang Lao's right palm was a sandal-black pointed wooden stick, He Qianshan's Lian Li Sword!

At this time, Jiang Lao's right palm was less than half an inch away from his forehead!

Jiang Lao was very determined to die, and he raised his left palm to cut himself again, but he was stopped by everyone!

"You're going to let me die!"

Jiang Lao shouted in grief, and stood up straight under the press of everyone, but then shook twice and collapsed!

I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was still muttering intermittently: "Young Master Yunlang...... The old servant has hurt you...... The old servant deserves death......"